Cold feet from cold hands

I saved the galaxy on Mass Effect last night, much of the ending was truly epic and at one point I even found myself grinning broadly as I held my fist in front of me and manly tears welled in my eyes, certainly very reminiscent of Gurren Lagann.
I have already created the second character for my next run through, who will set out as a biotic using renegade. My first character was a soldier and almost entirely paragon, even though I dealt with each situation as I thought best, which just goes to show how nice a guy I am.

Even though there were intermittent light showers today I started my next job as a window cleaner, which is surprisingly far more difficult than one would assume, not aided by the fact my brother decided to tell the guys I was a gay Jew before I started.
The people are cool enough, I would be working with my brother for much of it and the pay is more than generous once you settle into the job. But I don't know if I will be sticking with it for very long though, even though I never had any intention of doing it for particularly long I don't know if I can even cope with it that much, clambering around in bushes and getting intimate with cold wet cloths all day long was not particularly enjoyable, not to mention that my meticulousness slows me down to an absurd degree. As much as it does make the warm confines of the warehouse a fond memory, it is however good money and short hours, so it's not so bad when I think of how it is bringing my Silvia closer to becoming a reality.
I fear some of my recollection of the experience might be a bit rose tinted, as I did get home from work with Nicola and could collapse on my bed with her, which was intensely relaxing and the perfect way to wind down. I won't be doing that every day though, so I'll see how I go when all I have to welcome me home is my cat and thirty two thousand cubic feet of stale air.